Page 105 of Strange Lad

I sniffleloudly.“Seriously?”

“I’m serious. Sometimes, it’s hard to admit, but I do trust you, Jorge. I trusted you with my heart first; it makes sense that I trust you with the rest, too.”

“I’d never hurt you, beautiful.Never.” I slide my palm over his cheek, careful of his ears.

“You can touch them,” he whispers, tilting his head so my fingertips brush over the one.

“You’re going to make me cry,” I blubber, feeling like I’m floating.

“Don’t cry.” It’s a wisp of air against my lips before he captures them in a kiss.

Resting the majority of his weight on his left elbow, he holds my hip with his free hand and thrusts. It's a single movement, but my toes instantly curl. I wish we were skin-on-skin, but I won’t rush him. Besides, we’re supposed to be in the moment. Sucking his bottom lip between mine, I nibble on it before swiping my tongue to soothe the sting. Oli groans, rolling his hips so our cocks get more friction.

A million spine-tingling sensations burst through me while Oli humps my dick. With careful hands, I lower them down tohis sides. He tenses only for a moment before thrusting harder, sweet sounds rushing up from his throat. Precum dribbles out of my slit, soaking my briefs. I spread my legs wider to accommodate his large size.

Every second that passes, Oli grows more confident.

His free hand slides to the base of my throat, applying light pressure that has me whimpering and meeting him thrust for thrust. The gentle swipe of his fingers over my skin, the heat from his mouth, and the pressure of his big dick over mine is going to make me come embarrassingly quick. My balls are drawn up tight; my lower stomach clenches with anticipation.

And just when I feel my orgasm cresting, he stops. “Wait,” he rumbles.

I’m breathless, my cock flexing like I might come anyway.

Scrambling to his knees, Oli rips his shirt off. I quickly squeeze the base of my dick at the sight of his abs and wide, firm chest. “Babe,” I rasp.

His hair cradles his face as he lowers back over me, cupping my cock as he does. I whine like a needy whore when he squeezes and then hooks his index finger in the elastic waistband. “In the moment,” he whispers. I don’t know who it’s meant for, but I nod eagerly.

Wasting no time, he pulls my underwear down enough to free my dick and smears the fresh precum all over the head. I cry out, hypersensitive and so horny I’m going cross-eyed. My neck cranes as I roll my head over the pillow, tense everywhere while he plays with me. Pulse after pulse of slick comes out. My toes keep curling and uncurling. And when he fists my shaft, I whimper, bucking into it.

“Feel good?” he asks.

“The best. So good,” I tell him, glancing down to watch.

I honestly don’t know how it could get any better. His touch is my fucking kryptonite, I swear. “Next time, I’m going to suck your cock, kitten.”

A whole body shudder ripples through my skeleton. “Oli,” I beg him and reach.

Those pretty green eyes darken, and he surprises me once more. With quick movements, he pulls his dick out, pins me down again, and we are skin-on-skin. I don’t get to look at it properly; I only feel it. God, I feel him everywhere. The silken texture of his cock sliding across my slippery one is too much—I can’t stop it.

He thrusts, claiming my mouth again, and I come.

Guttural noises echo off the walls while my balls empty all over him and me. He rumbles against my lips, pleased that I’m coming everywhere, and picks up his pace to follow right behind me. I clutch his back, overstimulated and spent, but I don’t want it to stop.

Breaking the kiss, he buries his face in the crook of my neck and grunts.

I feel the new heat, the flex of his cock, and the tremble in his muscles.

“That’s it, babe. God, you’re so sexy.”

He collapses on top of me, squishing our spent dicks together in one sticky mess. And when he nuzzles me, pressing gentle kisses to my skin and tickling me with his beard, I curl my arms around him. “Thank you,” he breathes. “I—”

“Shh. I know, beautiful.”

Nodding, he continues to kiss and rub. “Smell so good.”

I chuckle. “I do?”

“Mhm. Like strawberries and mint.”

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